I was just going through "interLoper" and saw that it is actually unfinished... as one of my dear friend has pointed out in one of his comments that I lost focus. And that is true. But the truth is that there is nothing to write after that. Actually when you write there are parts which are left unsaid so that the reader can use his intellect to figure out the things which are not mentioned.
It is part of learning.
How many times it has happened during my college days that i have been in dumps and my Mother on the other side of the phone has advised me to meditate and take it easy. But I don't know why was it so tough... you know how it is to be stuffed in closed fuel truck right... as in even if you have never been there, you can imagine how will you feel if you are surrounded by the stench of blood, urine and fuel... imagine the stink and you will feel bile rising to your throat. I felt that for quite a long time. And after that, like everyone, I got used to it. I hate myself for that. Same dear Friend says, "you'll get used to it..." but why? I don't want to get accustomed to it... how can you acclimatize to a STENCH. But (repeating myself) I did succumb to the shit around me. They did not affect me anymore. Is this called adjustment? Living your life on rules dictated by someone else... That's when I was Numb... Comfortably Numb.
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